The Next Day

Isn't it always the next day?

I turned 53 this week and have no insight into my life. Haven't accomplished anything since I started this blog in January. Literally nothing to comment on.

O I had angina and a stent put in. I quit smoking. My office moved into a new building. My boss got in a motorcycle accident and I think I'm going to sell mine. Not because I'm scared, but because I never ride anymore. Well just to work and I haven't done that this year.

I get up and go to work, most days and then come home and try to stay awake long enough to go to bed so I can get up and go to work. Except when I try to sleep at night I can't.

I haven't been writing. I haven't worked on the house. I haven't worked on losing weight. I have quit smoking and I do play my guitar a bit. But even that I don't do enough...

Classic depression? Yeah. No goals. No desires. No needs. Just eat and sleep. Be happier if I didn't eat I guess.

Good thing no one reads this schlock.